Hey Brodie,
I moved to Seattle pretty much on a whim. The overall picture was that I was eventually going to graduate school and it didn't matter where I was until that time. It also helped that U of W has one of the best programs in the country for Healthcare Administration.
My buddy Jamon wanted to go to a photography school out here, and my friend Dan wanted to get out of Minnesota so they inivited me to move out too. I had recently finished undergrad and didn't know what I wanted to do. We were supposed to leave on September 30th, as I was returning from Israel about a week before that. When I got back, Jamon had backed out because he wanted to stay with his girlfriend.
So what happened was Dan and I went out for dinner and got some big steaks. Then we each took a napkin and wrote in it whether or not we wanted to find an apartmnet in Minneapolis, or just say what the hell and drive out here. We then folded them in half and traded napkins. The theory was that if the napkins said the same thing, there was no reason to discuss reasoning, just eat the steak. So they each said Seattle, and we moved out here.
Then he moved back, and I stayed for school and friends and the girl I convinced to move out here from Kentucky.
Hope this helps with your magazine,
Ben
22 April 2007
20 April 2007
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Fri, Mar 16 - Full!
Oof, I don't know how much I can do for the update this week, folks. I'm full, full, so very full of pot roast. There's a cafe, the Five Point, that advertises Seattle's Best Pot Roast 24 Hours on a piece of cut-out colored paper on the door. I haven't eaten every other pot roast in Seattle, so I'm not really able to speak on the issue of whether it's the best, but it's very good. Super soft and tender, simering in its own juices for decades, deeply marbled, wrought through with flavorful filmy tissue, gravied unto drowning. Even now I feel it spreading through my being.
Oof, I don't know how much I can do for the update this week, folks. I'm full, full, so very full of pot roast. There's a cafe, the Five Point, that advertises Seattle's Best Pot Roast 24 Hours on a piece of cut-out colored paper on the door. I haven't eaten every other pot roast in Seattle, so I'm not really able to speak on the issue of whether it's the best, but it's very good. Super soft and tender, simering in its own juices for decades, deeply marbled, wrought through with flavorful filmy tissue, gravied unto drowning. Even now I feel it spreading through my being.
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